It is amazing. I thought my home was perfect the way it was. I liked when people came over and they commented on how the colors and the decorations were very me. I thought that there was no more room for I had every wall covered with a picture or shelf or piece of furniture. But then I met my fiancée and I looked forward to him moving in. I was moving up in the world—trading in my college-like uncomfortable futon couch for his cushy adult sofa. But with every box, every large piece of furniture he dragged in, I thought to myself that this won’t work. I was protective of my space, fearful and couldn't imagine how his stuff would fit in. Then slowly he found a space for it, by cleaning up a cluttered closet. Then I began to give up a shelf here, a picture there, and soon it looked even more homey than before. A small shelf for books when taken down, turned into a nice space for a bookcase of many of our books.
And in the midst of all these furniture growing pains, I realized that this is what it is like to live in love.
For love isn’t finite, it is an expanding room. It is like a child with her arms wide open saying, “I love you this much times infinity.” Guruji has said that he loves us unconditionally. He's also said that love is not a noun it is a verb. Love expresses itself through service, I've learned from Guruji. And I think I finally understand what he means.
And so please come on down to our garage sale this Saturday because I have a lot of love to give away, as well as a few tables, picture frames and a futon.